Walk

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

March
and new snow
last night.

Black dog
on white,
two miles
into the woods,
and we see
timber wolf tracks.

Then sister wolf
flashes past us,
a great roaring ball
of white and gray
whose size
dwarfs you,
dog.

But we are
not afraid.
Just in awe.

To see a glimpse
of you
is like a gift,
like an eagle
taking off
into the air,
and we are lifted up.

I see a surprise
smile on your face.

14 Comments

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14 responses to “Walk

  1. Awww this poem is sweet 🙂 Truly beautiful.

  2. Wow, quite an experience! The part about the eagle is breathtaking!

  3. A wonderful walk, indeed, and what an experience. The last line is superb!
    Lauren

  4. Wow! what an experience, for both you and the dog! I hope this actually happened. Great poem. Steve

  5. And I am lifted up too, just from reading this

    Thank you

    David

  6. Lovely imagery 🙂 It really brought me a sense of peace and happiness.

    Wonderful.

  7. Julie Catherine

    “But we are not afraid. Just in awe.” – As I am, Ethel. A wonderful, uplifting poem; I too, wish I had been there to see that. ~ Julie 🙂

  8. What a breathtaking experience – a powerful moment, which you’ve described so beautifully!

  9. Anna Mark

    It’s been a long day, but I’m glad to end it here with poetry. This poem reminds me of an encounter I had as a young girl with a wolf. We stood across from each other. The wolf and I and a river in between. But the memory I have of it is not the river, or even the entire wolf itself, not anything but the memory of holding a wolf in my eyes, something so wild, holding it in my eyes! The wildness in my eyes was terrifying and vivid.

  10. What an exciting moment! I understand that feeling of “we are lifted up” and I like the thought “to see a glimpse of you is like a gift”.

  11. I always feel it is such a gift to enter into the wildness of nature…to know that it is there living as if we don’t exist. A beautiful poem, Ethel, the last lines so perfect!

  12. Your words bridge experience to sensation of being alive and present in the woods. A gift you have.

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